OBS Chapter 954 Quiz
Chapter 954 Quiz
Saitama sat in the stands and clapped along.
“Jenos is good,” he said.
Zhang Hai nodded.
It's really good.
The fourth group is on stage.
This group's level is between that of the second and first groups, with the highest score being 82 and the lowest being 45.
Then, the fifth group.
Zhang Hai has entered the game.
He was wearing that gray short-sleeved shirt and those worn-out sneakers, his hair a little messy from the wind. Walking among the candidates dressed in professional sportswear, he looked out of place.
Someone in the stands laughed.
"What's up with that person? Why is he dressed like that for the exam?"
"Maybe it's because they're poor and can't afford sportswear."
"This kind of person can participate in the hero exam? Are you kidding me?"
Saitama heard these comments but remained silent.
He simply watched Zhang Hai's retreating figure, his expression somewhat subtle.
Zhang Hai moved on to his first project: grip strength test.
The staff handed him a new force gauge—the one Genos had broken earlier hadn't been repaired yet.
Zhang Hai gripped the force gauge.
He didn't exert any force.
He just held it.
Then, the readings on the force gauge started to fluctuate.
Fifty kilograms.
One hundred kilograms.
Two hundred kilograms.
Five hundred kilograms.
One thousand kilograms.
The force gauge screen started flickering.
Zhang Hai glanced at it.
The numbers continue to soar.
1,500 kilograms.
Two thousand kilograms.
Three thousand kilograms.
The force gauge emitted a piercing alarm, the numbers on the screen jumped wildly, and finally, with a bang, a puff of blue smoke appeared.
It's broken again.
The staff stared blankly at the smoking force gauge, then looked at Zhang Hai, their lips trembling, unable to utter a single word.
Zhang Hai released his grip, his expression indifferent.
“Next,” he said.
The second event: high jump.
The starting height of the crossbar is 1.5 meters.
Zhang Hai stood in front of the horizontal bar and jumped lightly.
How high did he jump?
No one could see it clearly.
Everyone only saw a shadow flash by, and then Zhang Hai was standing on the other side of the horizontal bar.
The staff ran over to check the crossbar. The crossbar didn't budge, but the height display showed... ten meters.
It wasn't that he jumped more than ten meters; rather, when he jumped, his body brushed against the height measuring instrument, causing the pointer to show the ten-meter mark.
The staff member wiped his sweat and readjusted the height to two meters.
Zhang Hai jumped again.
This time he controlled himself and only jumped 2.1 meters.
The staff breathed a sigh of relief and noted down the score: 2.1 meters, full marks.
The third event: weightlifting.
When the barbell was increased to 200 kilograms, Zhang Hai lifted it with one hand.
Even if you increase it to 500 kilograms, it's still just one hand.
Add up to a ton, and you can do it with just two hands, effortlessly.
The staff member glanced at Genos next to him—Genos had just achieved the same score.
He continued adding.
One ton and five cents.
Zhang Hai raised it.
Two tons.
Zhang Hai raised it.
Three tons.
Zhang Hai still raised it.
The barbell plates are already full; I can't add any more.
The staff member wiped his sweat and announced the results: Weightlifting, full marks.
The fourth sport: boxing.
Zhang Hai walked up to the force measuring device.
This force gauge was specially replaced; it's said to be the association's highest-specification instrument, capable of measuring impact forces up to ten tons.
Zhang Hai stood in front of it, looking at the thick cushioning pad.
He remembered many things.
I remember in the Naruto world, he once used this punch to shatter Susanoo's armor.
He recalled that in another world, he had once used this same punch to clash with Escanor.
I think of those dead friends, those vanished enemies, and those days that will never return.
He took a deep breath.
Then, he threw a punch.
That punch was completely unpretentious.
It's just the simplest straight punch.
But the moment the fist struck the force gauge, everyone heard a sound.
boom!
It wasn't a hitting sound, it was a sonic boom.
The fist was so fast that it tore through the air, creating a sonic boom.
Then, the readings on the force gauge started jumping wildly.
One thousand kilograms.
Two thousand kilograms.
Five thousand kilograms.
Eight thousand kilograms.
10,000 kilograms.
The numbers on the screen were still jumping, but the instrument had begun to vibrate. The metal parts made a screeching sound, and the cushioning pads emitted a burnt smell.
boom!
The screen of the force gauge exploded.
Fragments flew everywhere, electricity crackled, the entire instrument emitted a thick plume of smoke, and then collapsed with a crash.
But the power of the punch had not yet dissipated.
The force passed through the force gauge, through the base of the instrument, and through the concrete of the ground, forming a visible shock wave that spread in all directions.
Rumbling--
The building north of the stadium was hit by the force of the punch.
It was a three-story office building, at least fifty meters away from the boxing test site. But the moment the punch struck, the entire building seemed to be slapped by an invisible giant hand, emitting a violent roar.
The wall cracked.
The window shattered.
The roof was blown off.
Then, the entire building began to tilt.
one second.
two seconds.
three seconds.
Boom!
The three-story office building collapsed with a deafening roar before everyone's stunned eyes.
Smoke and dust rose dozens of meters high, obscuring half the sky.
The entire venue was deathly silent.
A very long time passed before someone let out a scream.
"The house...the house collapsed!"
"It was collapsed by the force of the punch! One punch collapsed a house fifty meters away!"
"Monster! This is a monster!"
Chaos erupted in the stands; some screamed, some ran away, and some collapsed to the ground.
The candidates fared even worse; some wet their pants, some knelt on the ground trembling, and some rolled their eyes and fainted.
The staff weren't doing much better. The examiner in charge of the boxing test sat down on the floor, his lips pale and his whole body trembling.
Zhang Hai withdrew his fist and looked at the pile of ruins fifty meters away.
He frowned.
Excessive force.
He had only intended to throw a casual punch to pass the test. But for a moment, he lost focus, remembered something from the past, and couldn't control the force.
it's good now.
The house collapsed.
He turned his head and looked in the direction of the examiner.
The examiner was a middle-aged man in his fifties with gray hair and a dignified face. But at this moment, the dignified look on his face had vanished, replaced only by shock and fear.
He looked at Zhang Hai as if he were looking at a monster from another dimension.
"You...you..." he stammered, "Who...are you?"
Zhang Hai thought for a moment and said, "The examinee."
The examiner almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
Candidate?
Is this a test taker?
Is someone who punches down a house fifty meters away considered a test taker?
What are S-class heroes then? Kindergarten kids?
He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.
"What...what's your name?"
"Zhang Hai."
"Zhang Hai..." the examiner murmured the name, then suddenly remembered something, "You're the one who came with Genos?"
"Ah."
The examiner looked towards the stands. Saitama was sitting there, his hands supporting his chin, his expression indifferent, as if someone had just farted.